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WESTERN AIRS. . ' . BEING THE TWELFTH VOL- 
UME OF THE LOTUS SERIES. . * . PRINTED BY 
THE PRESS OF THE PETER PAUL BOOK COMPANY 
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WESTERN AIRS ~ "^ 

CHOICE SELECTIONS FROM THE 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS 

OF 

Abel Beach 

Iowa City, Iowa. 



(An Early Pioneer) 




Vera vita adolescit. 



BUFFALO ' 

THE PETER PAUL BOOK COMPANY 
1895 




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copyright, 1895, by 
Abel Beach. 



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THB PETER PAUL BOOK COMPA^ 

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PREFATORY 

The writer of the Poems presented in this little 
volume was an early Pioneer of Iowa, contempora- 
neous with Governor S.J. Kirkwood, William B. 
Allison, Judge George G. Wright and John A. 
Kasson. He came from his native state — New 
York — early enough (1854) to make his entrance 
into the adopted state in a stage coach, and before 
the locomotive whistle was heard in the land, — 
when the wild deer was frequently shot within easy 
reach, and wild land could be had in vast quanti- 
ties at Uncle Sam's comfortable price of I1.25 per 
acre. He was early elected a Professor in the Iowa 
State University in Iowa Cit}', filling the chair of 
Latin and Greek (until his health compelled him to 
resign), and has held a number of prominent State 
and local offices— though little seeking. Being 
connected with the State Government at the time 
of the removal of the capital to Des Moines, he made 
that city his home for a few years, and he has wit- 
nessed the development of that wonderfully growing 
city from a town of less than four thousand to 
seventy-five thousand s its present population. At 
" Old Union" — his Alma Mater from where he was 
graduated in 1849 — one of the few maximum 
scholars a class of two hundred — he had class and 



6 PREFATORY. 

college mates such as President Arthur, Frederick 
Seward, and General Daniel Butterfield, and 
though always a head student he found time 
to become one of the original founders of the 
Theta Delta Chi fraternity, of whom only A. H. 
Green and himself are now surviving represen- 
tatives. His life has been extremely active, made 
up freely of both prose and poetry. 



CONTENTS. 





page. 


Iowa ...... 


• 9 


The Mission of Life .... 


10 


Ex-Governor Kirkwood Celebrates His 79T1 


■i 


Birthday . . . .*■ . 


. II 


June Roses ...... 


14 


A Mother's Love .... 


• 15 


The Changing Seasons .... 


16 


The Uncertain Tongue 


. 18 


Extract From Santa Ci.aus 


18 


Our Battle Flags .... 


. 19 


Summer Winds ..... 


23 


Good Intent ..... 


. 24 


A True, Devoted Wife .... 


24 


Banner and Bell .... 


. 25 


A Sunday Evening Reflection 


26 


Right and Wrong .... 


. 27 


War Times ...... 


29 


Extract From Thanksgiving Poem 


. 30 


Short Stanzas ..... 


31 


Old Settlers— Once More . 


• 32 


Fancy and Fact ..... 


37 


The Initiation of Tau-Deuteron 


• 39 


The True Man ..... 


40 


Extract From Omnia Omnibus 


. 40 


May Flowers ..... 


41 


No Telling ..... 


. 42 


The Blessed Rain ..... 


44 


The Politician ..... 


• 45 


The Tale of a New Initiate. . 


46 


The Eclipse ..... 


. 52 



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CONTENTS. 



Drifting 

In a Bible— Presented 
Detached Stanzas . 
Memorial Day, 1895 
The Rolling Years 
A Morning Invocation 
Mens Mundi . 
Wedded Life — As Seen 
In Futuro 
To Live 

Flowers by the Way 
Autumn 



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55 
56 
58 
61 
62 

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66 
67 
68 
69 
70 



IOWA. 

DEDICATED TO THE EARLY SETTLERS OF JOHNSON COUNTY. 

WE HAVE Still a few pioneers left who look back 
To the days of Muskquaka, and buffalo's track, 
Who now gaze with delight on the rich harvest's sheen, 
Where, but yesterday, prairies unending were seen. 
Most eventful the race they have run ! 

In their white covered wagons the emigrants wend 
Their slow way, and with trials unnumbered contend 
With a faith like the Children of Isreal showed : 
To a land of tnoi-e promise they patiently rode. 
Guided right by the bright setting sun. 

Many years of denial, of labor and care, 
Did our fathers and brothers unceasingly share, 
To lay strong the foundations for Home and for State; 
Preparing for us — their successors by fate — 
A grand legacy only begun, 

Ceres chooses our bright smiling prairies her home, 
Where the bounties of Providence constantly come. 
Our rivers and hills and our valleys invite 
All trades and vocations for man with his might. 
Sure the best of the West we have won. 



lO THE MISSION OF LIFE. 

Broad rivers give traffic in every clime ; 
The steam horse lends prowess to progress, in time ; 
Our soil inexhaustible yields us the best 
Of the bounties and treasures by Nature possessed. 
Only duty remains to be done. 

To the pilgrims of this favored county we give 
All honor and gratitude long as they live. 
In the "Athens of Iowa," ever we'll pray 
That long years and good times and bright skies cheer, 
their day, — 

And the praises of Iowa sung. 



THE MISSION OF LIFE. 

THE mission of life has been well understood 
When labors of Love and the fruitage of Good 
Are displayed all along the highway : 
Sweet flowers are blooming where once grew rank weeds, 
The fallen are lifted by generous deeds 
And the darkness is followed by day. 



EX-GOVERNOR KIRKWOOD CELEBRATES 
HIS 79TH BIRTHDAY. 

(daily republican, dec. 28th, 1892.) 

Last Tuesday marked the 79th anniversary of our old War- 
Governor S. J. Kirkvifood. In the morning a number of the 
members of the G. A. R. and other citizens went to his residence 
to help him celebrate so important a day. A fine portrait of 
the Governor had been secured by his friends and was presented 
to him in a feelins? speech by Honorable H. W. Lathrop, closing 
his brief address by uncovering the object of their meeting. 
After Governor Kirkwood had accepted the picture with grate- 
ful words, Abel Beach read the following beautiful poem, which 
was written for the occasion. A few remarks were made by 
Dr. E. N. Barrett, and before the company separated a bountiful 
repast was served by Mrs. Kirkwood. 

POEM BY ABEL BEACH. 

[former private secretary.] 

ABSORBED in worldly cares and selfish aims of 
life,— 
Attributed perhaps to stern necessity — 
The most of men will pass through scenes of grandeur 

and 
Attractiveness in times of great significance, 
Contemporaneous with men who stamp the age 
With deep historic impress quite indelible, — 
And yet regard it all as commonplace and tame. 
Reared in the Alps, their snow-clad peaks will rather 

chill 



12 EX-GOVERNOR KIRK WOOD. 

Than thrill ; and he who from his boyhood hears the 

roar 
And spies the rainbow foam of wild Niagara 
Feels not their charm, nor knows he of the somber cast 
Of trackless plains, monotonous to eye and ear. 

The arching blue of sky each night, 

With countless constellations bright, 

Will quite entrance the thoughtful look — 

A brilliant page of nature's book : — 

But yet in every place we find 

To countless glories most are blind. 

Familiar with magnificence 

We slight it with indifference. 

The heroes, too, of this our land, — 

However brave, exalted, grand, — 

Will charm the sight with life anew, 

And brighter light when we shall view 

Their faith and love with rich reward 

That realms above will soon accord. 

The stalwart sons of former day 

In royal phalanx pass away ; 

Immortal, though, their works survive, 

And tell^ well as when alive. 

America, the monument and statue proud 

Of Liberty, a light to lighten other lands ; 

And sphinx that puzzles all, for more than thirty years 

Has passed through ever-changing scenes of vast import, 



EX-GOVERNOR KIRKWOOD. 



13 



And brought to light full many names — in battle field, 
And council chambers of the State, which ever live 
And glow and grow in splendor with the growing years. 
Not all appreciate these wonderful events : — 
The luminaries that have flashed along the sky, 
Fields with their crimson deluge, and the briny deep — 
Ruffled with cannon peals as well as ocean roar, — 
Brave men that rise in might to settle human rights, — 
Which demonstrate progression wrought by sword and 

thought ; 
And yet through all, quite different from other times 
Of great upheaval and of revolution scenes, 
Our country, leading nations round that catch its light, 
With human progress and philosophy is marked. 

When Solomon, with wisdom, power, and riches blest 
Attracted the fair queen of Sheba with his fame, 
She brought him in the ships of Tarshish, from afar, 
The gold of Ophir, precious stones and spices rare, — 
And gave him homage. But when she herself had seen 
The royal splendor of his temple and his throne, 
And proved his wisdom, which surpassed all she had 

heard, 
Quite overcome she said--^" the half has not been told." 

To-day, which seventy and nine years ago was blest 
With natal joy and worth, we fain would celebrate. 
Here in the happy home, and in the life and time 
Of one — the foremost in our city and our State, — 
Whose fame, like Solomon's, is known throughout the 

land. 



14 JUNE ROSES. 

Him we delight to honor, and rejoice once more 

To hsten to his words of wisdom bearing cheer ; — 

A patriot true, unmoved when clouds of war hung low ; 

A statesman, seer, — whose counsels were our safest 

guide : 
A neighbor, friend, beneath whose dome we feel at home. 
We will remember here in Iowa the day, 
Which now we gladly welcome and commemorate. 

When we review a life well-spent. 

The heart in ease will rest content. 

Spring time was bright with flowers and leaves, 
The Summer fruits were rich and rare, 

The Autumn gathered golden sheaves, 
Winter's repose will free from care. 



JUNE ROSES. 

THE roses of June again are in bloom. 
And pungently claim admiration. 
In smiling array, the gay boutonniers 

Reveal their fine points — exclamation (!) 



A MOTHER'S LOVE. 

(monumental.) 

Love — 

Sweet Love, 

The crowning stone, 

Lighted by heaven above, 

And purest joy that earth has known. 

Will ever shine from the celestial dome. 

A Mother's Love — 

'Mid worldly cares and strife, 

Is realized to be above 

All other love in this short mortal life. 

Whate'er betide my lot — in happy weal or woe, — 

An ever constant friend in thee I feel, — confiding know. 

O Mother, could I go to thee — 

In lengthened hours of suffering and grief, 

For but a little word of heart-felt sympathy — 

IIow great and instantaneous would be the sweet relief! 

To thee a monument I fain would raise ; 

To thee who ever proved my truest earth-born friend ; — 

And while I draw my failing breath, I ne'er will cease to praise 

Thy sacrificing love, which could not do too much, and had no end. 

15 



THE CHANGING SEASONS. '■ 

THE snow that clothes the winter fields in white, J 

With purity and beauty makes them bright — '■>. 

And woos the Winter's blast : 1 

But when the sun in splendor mounts on high, | 

This tinsel garb that captivated eye ] 

In melting mood has passed. | 

■i 

The showers that gently visit earth in Spring, ' 

Fresh verdure and new life to nature bring — ] 

Re-animating all. \ 

But when tumultuous skies in torrents drop, • 

The land is deluged, — and no power can stop ' 

The inundation's fall. | 

Bright leaves and flowers uncounted, now, that fleck 
Dame Nature's face and form — which they bedeck 

With gems — green, white and pink, 
Array in gorgeous robes both tree and vine, 
And charm the sight and sense where'er they shine, — 

Then fade before we think. 

Soon Summer's sun, full orbed and still as bright 
As when creation's dawn divulged its light, 
Illumines earth and sky. 
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THE CHANGING SEASONS. 1 7 

Insect, and bird, and beast, — improving day, — 
The corn silk, courting winds in seeming play, 
Find boundless stores on high. 

When orchard trees with Autumn fruits are bowed. 
And spring and creek have risen to kiss the cloud. 

We welcome milder skies. 
The blushing cheek of apple and of peach, 
Like storied Eden, tempt in easy reach — 

Foretaste of paradise. 

And so the changing seasons come and go, 
With brief sojourn in hasting to and fro. 

To fill the mystic round. 
The flush of health and joy in early Spring, 
The frosted brows that snows of Winter bring. 

Successively are found. 

All prelude brighter day we hope to greet, 

Where storms, nor clouds, nor varying skies will meet. 

Nor discontent nor strife. 
Here glowing radiance ever beams on high, 
Here fruits unfading charm the azure sky — 

Hung from the Tree of Life. 



THE UNCERTAIN TONGUE. 

I PULLED my shoe on in a hurry, 
And so the tongue got loose ; 
I knew there was no cause to worry — 
The cobbler spliced a truce. 

Last night a diff 'rent tongue right near me 

Got every bit as loose, 
I tried all remedies, but dear me ! 

" It wan't of any use." 
Sept. 28, 1893. 



EXTRACT FROM SANTA CLAUS. 

OUR life is brighter for the light 
Of Christmas' dear oblations, 
When gifts so generous invite 

Exchange of heart donations. 
One half the world scarce dreams of what 

The other half are doing, — 

But learn that love and labor got 

The prize we're oft pursuing. 



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OUR BATTLE FLAGS. 

'76 AND '61. 

FLAG of the free, o'er land and sea 
Rejoicing loyal millions — waving high ; 
The towering tree of liberty 
Delights to lift thy colors to the sky ! 

In battle's brunt has been its wont, 
Through carnage, suio'kc and death to lead the van ; 

Alert to hunt, at danger's front, 
A rampart for the standard of free man. 

Our banner brave unwav'ring waved 
From Lexington to Yorktown's setting sun; 

With Lincoln saved the latest slave 
It looked upon in civil strife begun. 

"While foreign foe had long ago 
Quite prudently relinquished false demand. 

With lightning blow — appalling woe — 
In treason — now uncovered, fills the land. 

Another flag, the fruit of war. 
With stars removed and stripes unrecognized — 

A foul abortion to abhor, 
Was brought to light — by terror realized. 

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20 O UR BA TTLE FLA GS. 

For five long years of blood and tears 
The deadly strife and devastation raged, 

Till peace appears to calm our fears — 
While veterans return from fields engaged. 

As this sad fate befell the state — 
In evils long engendered by a crime, 

These oft abate what they create — 
By sacrifices made in coming time. 

Chicago's conflagration won 
A city from its ashes — greater far ; 

And setting sun of treason — run, 
Gives morn to freedom born of civil war. 

In Lincoln, true, the nation knew 
A leader fitted for the mission sent ; 

In Grant, anew, it wisely drew 
A warrior — statesman, crowned with luster blent. 

Both these revered the flag they reared. 
And hailed the stars and stripes that lighted night; 

Duty appeared to be endeared 
Beneath its folds, in fighting for the right. 

With broken manacles — to span 
The chasm deep and dark of Afric's sons. 

In this transplanted sphere each man — 
Though born a slave, greets freedom as he runs. 



OUR BATTLE FLA GS. 2 1 

Mere now in peace, while wars sliall cease, 
These tattered emblems of the fearful fray, 

Without surcease, inspire increase 
Of ardor, such as when they won the day. 

Few realize the priceless prize 
That fields like Shiloh and Atlanta brought ; 

Heart rending sighs, that reached the skies. 
Have sealed with blood the great redemption wrought. 

When traitor ball caused Sumter's fall, 
lis flag at once the higher rose and waved ; 

And Union call was heard by all, — 
Whose banners rallied till the land was saved. 

While thousands came and gave their name, 
With martyr spirit in their country's cause — 

We joy to claim their lasting fame. 
To echo down the ages of applause. 

Soldiers who here, with gallant cheer. 
Responded from the fields of Iowa, 

Again we rear the old flag dear, 
With benedictions for a later day ! 

And gallant sailors grateful hail 
Star spangled banner — blown by ev'ry breeze; 

Not known to quail, whe'er it sail, — 
By foreign shores and over widest seas. 



22 OUR BA TTLE FLA GS. 

Our sacred relics plainly tell 
Of dread destruction freely made to save ; 

Though bearers fell, the standards — well 
Maintained, were seen to cheer and lead the brave. 

In hallowed shrine they now recline — 
Preserved to save a nation's pride ; 

In endless time their stars will shine, — 
Their stripes with fadeless glory will abide! 

Flag of the Free, where'er we see 
Thy golden colors borne and floating high. 

Dark tyrrany we know must fiee 
From thy blest presence in the azure sky ! 

The " Golden Gates Ajar " narrate 
Thy victories seen under Washington, — 

And in Time's latest day we wait 
Full consummation — " many born in one." 



Though labor and learning and wealth have rewards. 
Though the future with brilliant expectancy beam. 

Yet we learn at life's close that the earth is the Lord's, 
And the brightest of prospects may prove but a dream. 
Illusory dream ! 



SUMMER WINDS. 

THE winds of summer, murmuring in soft refrain, 
Invite the fields and woods in nature's broad 
domain. 
The corn silk flutters happy in their warm embrace, 
And maple leaves receive with turned and brighter face ; 
In sweet accord the showers regale the smiHng lands, 
And both reluctant sigh for winter's stern demands. 
Great pity ! we forsooth will say, when race is run. 
We could not always have soft summer winds and sun. 

A gentle chariot of music of the spheres — 

The winds of summer hold enchantment that endears ; 

And kissing flowers of brightest tints and sweetest 

charms, 
They bear their rare aroma in enfolding arms. 
Enjoy the balmy summer breezes while they last. 
For winter winds in turn will come when they are past: 
The warming breath of summer is the gift of love. 
And should in turn transport our grateful thoughts above. 



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GOOD INTENT. 

" [7 V'RY rose has a thorn," 
LL And sweet fragrance is born 

Very often of suf 'ring and sorrow. 
Brightest tints and perfume 
Fade and vanish so soon 

That to day only hints of to-morrow. 

While we're thankful for life — 
Quite o'erwhelmed by the strife, 

Our most cherished relations soon sever ; 
Yet, though crushed, each can leave — 
To dear friends who may grieve, 

The aroma of earnest endeavor. 



A TRUE, DEVOTED WIFE. 

WHOEVER has a true, devoted wife 
Is quite equipped for every turn in life, 
And sunbeams peer thro' parting clouds below; 
He's blest by summer rain or winter snow ; — 
Cheerful, though grave calamities betide. 
And rich, in trusted treasure by his side. 
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BANNER AND BELL. 

<< A CENTURY past, and a new one begun," 
r\ Is now heard with hosannas of praise o'er and 
o'er; 
A nation with bright Independence, the Sun 
Shines with glory upon, from far shore, to far shore, 

Be joyful to day, which we celebrate loud, 
Undivided and blest with the best that the world 
Can give to inherit, of which we are proud. 
That in peace our bright flag to the breeze is unfurled. 

The shield, and the emblem of Liberty's home ! 
May the uncounted ages that follow still see 
Our Banner illumining each dome and each home. 
In this glorious land of the Brave and the Free ! 

The Bell that in '* Liberty Hall " hung and rung. 

Is succeeded by one more sonorous of tone, — 

And heard with rejoicing, by aged and young. 

In all lands where the " Bell and Banner " are known. 

Our " Liberty Bell " gladly welcomes the good 
That, in justice and industry always increase ; 
It warns its dark foes, while the white sails are wooed 
From all quarters, — when wafted by message of peace. 
July 4, i895- 

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A SUNDAY EVENING REFLECTION. 

TO-DAY is the accepted time ; 
And if ye hear the signal chime — 
To ** harden not your hearts " — repent, 
Receive the gracious warning sent. 

Today new Hfe to you may come; 
The duty of to-day, when done. 
Fulfills the message from above 
And lights your passing hours with love. 

Thus will I pray : 
To-day — while sun is overhead, 
Where'er my wandering feet be led, 
Be thou, O Lord, my guide, my way. 
And praise shall crown my life to-day ! 



POETS on a ditty thrive, 
What a pity they survive ! 
Ask them how they live ethereal? 
They'll avow : — it's not material. 

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RIGHT AND WRONG. 

THOUGH Pope proclaims " Whatever is is right," 
His sophistry, like mist, will flee the light. 
The crufel wrongs on earth, of man to man. 
Will hardly bear the rays of heaven to scan, — 
And call them right. 

Full many a foolish deed we wish undone. 
Full many a course of ruin ne'er begun, 
Full many a wicked thought lies hid in shame, 
Which even devils would not care to name, 
Pretending right. 

The twitter of the bird in leafy tree 
Is right, — but not the drunken revelry. 
While honor compensates the brave and true, 
Dishonor blasts the dastard hand that slew, — 
As far from right. 

To work with faithfulness for those we love, 
Whose fortunes with our own are linked above, 
Is right and duty; but the miser's heart 
In this bright estimate can have no part. 
As being right. 

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28 RIGHT AND WRONG. 

The patriotic sacrifices made 
For home and country are at last repaid 
In rightful gratitude, that lingers long ; 
But ignominy is the fruit of wrong — 
Unknown to right. 

Can piracies upon the broad domain, 
And wild demoniac scenes where robbers reign ; 
Can clanking chains of slavery that gall, — 
Where freedom's sky is painted like a pall, 
Pretend to right ? 

Can foul conspiracies to slay a state, 
Can kingly tyranny defying fate. 
Can tortures, by which man can man affright. 
Be made by possible construction right? 
In no sense right ! 

The blood of martyrs slain for justice's sake, 
Is right enough to give, but not to take ; 
In Calvary Divine Right was despised, 
And there inhuman Wrong was realized, — 
Transcending right. 

E'en though sad woes proclaim unnumbered crimes. 
And blood becloud the record of all times, 
Justice in turn will visit every fraud. 
Where angels weep; — while fellow men applaud, — 
Demanding right. 



IVAJ? TIMES. 29 

If Right is sometimes trampled in the dust, 
'Twill triumph finally with all that's just. 
Be not misled by ignis fatiius light, 
While Truth's unerring beacon star shines bright, 
Right still is right ! 

As long as Right contends with wanton Wrong, 
Each manly man with valor will be strong; 
With faith and courage high the standard raise, 
Till Right shall conquer Wrong in endless days. 
Fight for the Right ! 



WAR TIMES. 

WHEN carnage and fray were the scenes of each 
day. 
Fathers, brothers, and sons met in hostile array, — 
Infatuate — claiming quite ready to give 
Immaculate lives, thai the others should live. 
The hands that, fraternal, had joined in good will, 
Opposed on the field may a brother's blood spill. 

If pillage and plunder are recognized rights. 
And ruin instead of protection delights, — 
If fields that are gory with blood can be seen 
Without e'en a shudder or longing for screen, — 
Then pity is blurred in the face of the sky — 
When tears are not stirred in the hard stony eye. 



EXTRACT FROM THANKSGIVING POEM. 

THANKSGIVING is a constant duty and a joy— 
A fountain pure, of happiness without alloy, — 
The worship of the heart. 
It recognizes in each drop of rain, each leaf, 
In every green and waving field of grain, and sheaf. 
The good that all impart. 

In summer sun and winter snow, in toil and rest, 
In' rich returns by which the furrowed soil is blest, 

In busy marts of trade ; 
In sails that dot the sea, in mines of hidden wealth. 
In ever widening fields of labor, learning, health, 

Is seen the hand that made. 



Not for material gifts alone do we rejoice, 

But higher blessings, purer joys we own and voice 

In notes of heavenly love ; 
For social, spiritual spheres, and civil rights 
With churches, schools, asylums, stately domes as lights. 

We praise our God above. 



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SHOE T S TANZAS. 3 1 

We thank Him for the golden gates of earth here given, 
For hopes and homes and joys below — so linked to 
heaven — 

Our present life's award. 
In every ray of sunshine, and each breath of air, 
We witness and we sing our Heavenly Feather's care, 

And magnify Our Lord. 



SHORT STANZAS. 

Though now with little thought I plant 

The Acorn — insignificant, 

In coming years it will invoke 

The stately storm defying Oak. 



Whoever pulls a paltry weed, 
Whoever plants a garden seed. 
Has done a deed of lasting worth, 
And made to man a better earth. 



Among the pure gems that in memory gleam. 

And as hallowed as any — with bright sparkling beam, 

Is sight of the pure classic waters of wealth. 

Alma Mater sends forth — bearing wisdom and health. 

Drink, drink the clear stream ! 
Her deep fountains of bliss all the pledges redeem. 



OLD SETTLERS— ONCE MORE. 

POKM READ BY ABEL BEACH AT THE ANNUAL REUNION, 
AUGUST 17, 1894. 

AS we view the depths of Ocean, casting waves upon 
the shore, 
Bearing shells with jeweled lleeces like the Argonauts of 

yore. 
First we look around and wonder if along these sands of 

time 
Footprints still are found, or echoes, of some ling'ring 
golden chime. 

Yea, to left and right I recognize, before me. Pioneers, 
Worthy patriarchs — aye prophets, of tlie long rememl:)ered 

years, — 
When the chosen land they honored well rejoiced to see 

their day, 
By their efforts grand and glowing in the sunset parting 

ray, 

Changed somewhat in form and features, halting step, or 

failing sight, 
But distinguished for achievements won, — all brighter 

brought to light, 

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OLD SETTLERS— ONCE MORE. 



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Representing generations past, whose shadows kiss the 

sky, 
Welcome once again; remember in your footsteps we are 

nigh ! 

Lo! beyond yon hazy back ground, and dissimulating 

ridge, 
With converging lines of life I view a narrow, open 

bridge : 
Hosts unnumbered scurry onward — passing thro' the 

grasping gate, 
One by one with hurry hasting to resolve a final fate. 

Serried ranks are widely scattered in grim cemeteries 

round. 
Foremost Pioneers and Soldiers, side by side, at length 

have found 
Final rest from toil and struggles in our mother earth of 

peace, 
Where, in sacred soil of heroes, all their worldly labors 

cease. 



MythoJogic stories tells us that from Dragon's teeth there 

sprung 
Valiant men, whose glory growing, ever afterwards was 

sung; 
So we trust, full-panoplied, the sons of heroes will arise, 
Elevating men to spheres appropriate for earth or skies. 



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OLD SETTLERS— ONCE MORE. 



In the flowery field of romance, dreams are realized in 

song, 
Made elysian as some fairy nymphs the silken cords 

prolong ; 
Half of life is seldom real; wild the wing of fancy 

sweeps; — 
Like a magic spell appropriates to use, but seldom keeps. 

Who can say imagination, when allowed to wander free. 
Shall not find enchanted islands, bright as ever bathed by 

sea; 
Fairy scenes with elfin actors, luming night as bright as 

day. 
Sounding round the welkin echoes, — borne on wings of 

wind away? 

Come with me the while we're waiting; climb the sum- 
mit of this hill ; 

Panoramic views reward enraptured visions at their will : 

Dimly gleams the vista of the past now vanishing away; 

Brimming beams the bliss that ushers in a new and 
brighter day. 

While some painted recollections mark the ever hallowed 

past, 
Greater acquisitions in majestic garb are seen at last. — 
Lightning, steam and latent pow'rs, at length developed — 

long concealed — 
Day by day made patent, plain, disclose their mystery 

revealed. 



OLD SETTLERS— ONCE MORE. 



35 



What has been, and more, the gleaming future claims 
again can be ; 

Ceaseless progress on progression marks our Nineteenth 
Century ; 

And when all the Ages summoned give concluding re- 
sume, 

Rare historic pages hardly paralleled will mark our day. 

Open now the swinging portals of new Century — in 
view ; 

Recognize the vast advancement, — old retiring from the 
new ; 

Belter homes and bigger harvests, safer railroads, brighter 
lights, 

Greater comforts, wealth, prosperity, that everywhere in- 
vites ! 

Nature, generous when favored, holds abundance in re- 
serve, 

Sometimes free to scatter seed, and sometimes careful to 
conserve ; 

Making marked improvements, scientific progress, con- 
stant gain; 

Favoring new movements, having worthy objects to at- 
tain. 

May we not believe too, when the scales are taken from 

our eyes, 
Men — redeemed from sordid senses, can behold their 

brothers rise ? 



36 OLD SETTLERS— ONCE MORE. 

Made fraternal, sound the praises of an age that's disen- 
thralled ;— 

Make good will abound on earth, as well as found in 
heaven installed? 

Now, Old Settlers, when Time's summons comes — as 

soon it must to all, 
Let us prove as brave as any e'er responding to his call. 
Not ashamed to stamp our impress on an age we helped 

to build, 
Proud of chance to vamp the fashion where high destiny 

is filled. 

Listen! hear the echoes sounding from the valleys, plains 

and peaks! 
Fainter dying in the distance, one and then another 

speaks : 
Forty, fifty years or over, tell of generations past, 
And the strongest hears announcement — soon you too 

will be "the last!" 



Fear not to do a thing that's small ; 
If freight with virtue it may call 
To being something great and grand,- 
The glory of your time and land. 



FANCY AND FACT. 

[a memorial poem.] 

LAST night in sweet transport of vision me-thought 
I was happy at home with my loved and lost boys 
Who had come as of yore, and endearingly sought 
My time to beguile with their innocent joys : 
Home, heavenly joys. 

Their past was with many dear memories crowned, 
With many sweet charms and good deeds was made 
bright : 
Their present the halo of youth shone around, 
Their future was lit with hope's heavenly light : 
Resplendent the light ! 

O presence most dear ! O sweet moment of bliss ! 

No rapture more hallowed could angels impart 
To man — from the mansions above, than was this 

Brief hour of delight to a fond father's heart : 
O'erflowing my heart. 

But alas ! the bright vision dispelled is soon made 
To deepen the darkness where light seemed to gleam 

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38 FANCY ANB FACT. 

My boys in their silent beds long since were laid : 
I wake but to find that my bliss was — a Dream : 
Delusive the dream ! 

'Tis well that the future lies hid in the mist, 

When dreaming we need but to reach and receive. 

The goal of ambition is often a tryst — 

Where fortune and honor but gleam and deceive : 
Dreams only deceive ! 

The ocean of life, to the young and the bold, 

With its beauteous expanse and its perfume of breeze, 

With Utopian isles — hiding treasures untold, 

Has a thousand alluring charms suited to please : 
In prospect to please. 

O how often at morn, under calm sunlit skies, 

The gallant bark glides o'er the gem-crested wave, 

But to sink 'neath the mountainous billows that rise 
In the lightning-torn night when no effort can save : 
Heaven only could save ! 

And now as I gaze on the wreck-stricken shore, 

Or am tossed on the deep at the sport of the wind,- 

My spirit in anguish cries out, — " Nevermore 
Will peace be my lot till the haven I find. 
Shall finally find." 



THE INITIATION OF TAU-DEUTERON. 

WE are happy to-night as we join heart and hand, 
And we sing with delight the refrains of our band — 
'Neath our banner on high : 
Hallowed emblems of Love we again gladly greet — 
Floating brightly above where Tau-Deuteron meet, 
Grand old Theta-Delta-Chi ! 

In mythology's story we often have read 
That Minerva, in glory, from Jupiter's head 

Came to earth — wisdom's God; — 
That divinely endued with rare panoplied strength, 
Athen's goddess pursued peace and progress at length, 

While the heavens greet her nod. 

So we fain now suggest — from good origin came 
Our Fraternity, blest with bright honor and name, 

And in heart ever lives. 
Then to-night let us raise, to our proud mystic King, 
Fresh mementoes of praise — while the new Branch we 
bring. 

For the grace that it gives. 

As the body has borne classic gems of bright flowers ; 
That adorned with rare beauty and fragrance her bowers 

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40 EXTRACT FROM OMNIA OMNIBUS. 

Crowned with ripe fruits benign, 
So each branch, with developing care, will reward 
In the charm of her flowers and sweet fruits — that accord 

With the gracious design. 

By our shield which defends us by day and by night, 
By our motto resplendent with heavenly light, 

By our wreath bedecked arch ; 
By the blessings secured for the present and past, 
l>y the friendships assured while the ages shall last, 

Forward march ! Forward march ! 
April 27, 1892. 

THE TRUE MAN. 

AND whether noble or ignoble blood creep through 
my veins, 
Assured that true nobility of character remains, 
I am content to let my heaven-born standard measure be 
Soul life — nor heights nor depths shall hide the man 
from me. 



EXTRACT FROM OMNIA OMNIBUS. 

AEOLUS, the god of wind and of storm 
Gave treasures of these, tied up in strange form. 
To Ulysses, who slept on his helm. 
Untied by false friends, wild winds paved the way 
To ruin — which faithless trusts oft betray — 
When adversity's seas overwhelm. 



MAY FLOWERS. 

IT was early in May, 
Bright and pleasant the day, 
As I strolled on green banks of our Iowa River, 
When a fairy May queen 
Asked with modest demean 
If I'd found any pretty May flowers to give her ? 

Absent minded I'd strayed 

By the river and glade, 
Not thinking of flowers thai now brighten the way, 

But embracing the chance 

I replied with a glance. 
The fairest I've seen you will find where you stay. 
May, 1893. 



While many feet may travel here 
Upon this little mundane sphere. 
But few — we find when gone, alack ! 
Have left the slightest mundane track. 



41 



NO TELLING. 

OST fortunate it is for weak humanity, 
To keep from view conspicuous inanity, 
That worldly destinies we deem we here fulfill — 
Are molded by a higher wisdom, power and will. 



M' 



The gentle rain of spring that falls upon the just 
And the unjust- alike we find that all can trust; 
The rising and the setting sun each equal day — 
For measured toil and rest, illumines with its ray. 

" Seed time and harvest " come and go without control — 
Except by that assigned above — as seasons roll ; 
The vital breath of air we breathe in field or nook, 
We all partake with freedom — as the flowing brook. 

The grass clear shining after rain now clothes the earth, 
And nature's bounties fain reveal their hidden worth ; 
The bud and leaf and blossom of the smiling field 
Are crowned in after time with gen'rous fruits they yield. 

Quite often with assumed authority conferred 
On human will, men seem inflated by the word 
Which clothes their feeble loins with temporary power — 
To build their fickle fortunes, lasting for an hour. 

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NO TELLING. 43 

Though helpless in the hands of the Omnipotent, 
With fulsome pride and arrogance their lives are spent 
In showing how superior they are to those — 
Whose shallow cup with blessings never overflows. 

With timbrel sound of eulogies and blatant horn, 
They wish to have it understood that they were born 
For something more exalted than mere common stock ; 
No mediocre men should deign their path to block. 

W'iih random recklessness fame often scatters palms — 
When little may be known, — embracing in her arms 
Some favorites she crowns with glory for a day : 
But Lethe fades the wreaths that rest on common clay. 

A grateful age will well remember all the good 
That went before, and in the line of duty stood ; 
But when some vain pretentious weaklings seek renown 
The light of later day will put their shadows down. 

From fair celestial heights the swift winged Hermes comes, 
And bears good tidings of great joy to many homes — 
WHien men or women have immortalized their name, 
By noble deeds and words — a heritage of fame. 

April 8, 1895. 



THE BLESSED RAIN. 

5 T^WAS summer, and parched by the merciless drouth, 
1 The earth gaped with hope long deferred; 

When ominous clouds now bespangled the south 
Where glad, smiling showers were stirred. 

Sometimes a dark cloud serves for harbinger bright 

Of promises glowing beyond — 
To weary ones making their burdens more light, 

Or breaking the fettering bond. 

Sometimes years of struggle bring menacing foes ; 

Again and again sharp the strife ; 
But blood is not squandered — wherever it flows, 

To purchase redemption of life. 

The rain that the clashing clouds drop to the earth, 

A message of love brings along; 
It gladly returns to the land of its birth — 

With rainbow and sunshine and song. 

Our Father above knoweth all of our needs 

Before with temerity lisped ; 
Earth's faithful and true with indulgence he feeds, 

Foretokening heavenly gifts. 

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THE BLESSED RAIN. 45 

The pattering rain, that with beauty is rife, 

But typifies showers of grace, — 
Transported from realms of a far brighter life, 

And yearning all souls to embrace. 

Ye faint and ye weary of earth, come and live ; 

The blest invitation is given ; 
Far better than fond earthly parents could give 

Are gifts from our Father in heaven. 

Iowa City, May 15, 1895. 



THE POLITICIAN. 

HIS face irradiates smiles, 
His tongue, deceitful, prates cheer. 
His sham heart concentrates guiles, 
His rank breath fumigates beer. 



You must learn to expect that, wherever you go, 
You will always find something that's not Jusl so so. 



THE TALE OF A NEW INITIATE. 

(from SANTA CLAUS.) 

JACK HAVERSACK had often thought 
That much of what we see, 
In clubs and college halls, was fraught 
With hidden mystery. 

He noticed mates who had no claims 

For higher favors shown, 
Much sooner honored in their names — 

In such connection known. 

Ambition stirred his manly heart — 
Though inexperienced, young — 

To take a Greek, heroic part, 
With badge and emblem swung. 

That manifestly was the way 

His yearnings could be met, 
And while solicitors were gay 

He thought to choose his pet. 

But next he found that he must wait 
The turn of those admired. — 
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THE TALE OF A NEW INITIATE. 

Sweet recognition came quite late, 
But finally was fired. 

Accepted ! And the day was set 

To introduce our youth ; 
Obstructions could not then be met 

To deviate from truth. 

He learned by ceremonial rule 
That he must " ride the goat " ; 

And though he'd rather rode a mule, 
He didn't mean to show it. 

When mounted brusquely in the ring — 

Premising rites in time, 
He dreamed and found they all could sing 

With melody sublime. 

Though ventures might forsooth amaze, 

Our hero conned his part — 
Resolved to learn its weird ways, 

Its magic and its art. 

While neither saddle, girth, nor bit 

Were lent to render aid. 
He felt he could majestic sit — 

Absorbed in all surveyed. 

The goat, though buxom for his- kind. 
Gave rather lowly seat 



47 



48 THE TALE OF A NEW INITIA TE. 

To one who vainly looked to find 
Some room for dangling feet. 

" My steed is too near earth," he cried, 

" To raise to highest zeal; 
But doubts must all be put aside, — 

I know I must be leal ! " 

The gallant steed, quite dapper, trim. 

Came prancing in the ring ; 
Our hero in his tights looked slim, 

But faced most anything. 

Reversed somewhat were seen to be 
Chin ornaments thus nude, — 

The ardent youth of whiskers free, 
The goat with amplitude. 

While temperance had been his pride. 
From boyhood's early morn, 

He felt his scruples he could hide 
If he must take a horn. 

All doubts dispelled, our candidate 

With knees at angles tied. 
Was soon full-fledged novitiate — 

In meinorable ride. 

When graced with the expectant load. 
Our goat, from unknown source, 



THE TALE OF A NEW IN IT I A TE. 49 

Received a sudden pungent goad — 
Indicative, of course 

Resenting this, as most unfair. 

The quadruped we sing, 
Soon had his four feet fleet in air, — 

And plunging round the ring. 

At stations, ever and anon, 

He managed to receive 
PVesh stimulus to urge him on. 

But signs of no reprieve. 

His gait was ambling and possessed 

No equable design, — 
And every plane equestrians pressed 

Was on a changing line. 

Alack, some obstacle at last 

Got in the cohort track, 
And, glinting that he might sail past, 

He stumbled on his back. 

In undistinguishable mass 

The steed and rider fell : 
You would have thought a goat and ass 

Had had a short pell-mell. 

But brief the fall, and soon restored 
To feet, each actor stood, — 



50 



THE TALE OF A NEW INITIA TE. 

All undismayed when now encored, — 
Though both in doubtful mood. 

And interested friends once more 

Came rallying to the call, — 
Declaring they must try it o'er, — 

As once was never all. 

They therefore freely helped to mount 
The charging hirsute steed, — 

And stood expectantly to count 
On quondam wondrous speed. 

When word and jag again were plied. 

With sundry ups and downs 
The goat and rider fairly vied, 

To win unfading crowns. 

Remembering the race is not 

To swift and fair alone, 
We laud the animating plot 

Where chivalry is known. 

Perambulating steed, now decked 

With emblems mystic — fair, 
Had bright insignia well flecked 

With foam which sprent the air. 

Tlie goat this time, by double speed. 
And altitudinous leaps, 



THE TALE OF A NEW INITIA TE. 51 

Won for himself enduring meed, 
O'er which his rider weeps. 

Tentativeness at length was lost, — 

When lusty speed stopped short; 
The rider overhead was tossed — 

Rewarding all their sport. 

The somersault, acknowledged, won 

A gymnast's fame at once : 
The rider felt his race was run. 

And crowned with cap of dunce. 

Another feat that followed quick, 

With sheet and brothers four. 
Gave frequent lifts that made him sick, 

And made him heave the more. 

Jack now looks back with gaze askance. 

And lifts '< the inner vail; " 
While friends admire his vast advance, 

He hides his secret tale. 

Admitted fully to the rites 

His club reserves in state, 
In turn he's ready for new sprites 

To help inaugurate. 

Our hero still boasts of the day 
Unveiling mystery ; 



52 THE ECLIPSE. 

But what it is ask not we pray, 
Nor seek its history. 

The badge that captivated sight, 

And festively was swung, 
Undimmed by time — with honor bright, 

He flaunts with old and young. 



THE ECLIPSE. 

(written during the lunar eclipse, march 10, 1895.) 

WE are much interested to-night to behold 
Earth's elongated shadow eclipsing the Moon, — 
With encroachments most cautious, and aspect so cold, 
It will hide Luna's rays and reflections now soon. 

In its stealthy march onward it covers the face 
Of our fair satellite, — then ashamed of its im- 

Pudence leaves by degrees the full disk, till no trace 
Of intrusion is left by its visage so grim. 

In like manner the world dims the brightest of days 
When our life work within its penumbra is seen ; 

May it not long engross our attention, when rays 

Of a better world dawn ! Put aside the dark screen ! 



DRIFTING. 

REVERIE OF THE UNCERTAIN VOYAGER. 

LIFE is like a flowing river — 
Gift of heaven in spring and rain, 
And we praise the gracious Giver 

In the morning's glad refrain. 
On the sunlit waters shifting, 

Charmed, I launch my tiny bark, 
And before awares I'm drifting — 
Drifting betwixt light and dark. 

By projecting rocks demurrent, 

Mossy banks with foliage crowned, 
Midst the eddying pools and current, 

E'er my drifting bark is found : 
Whilst I sit and watch the changes 

In the landscape lapsing by, 
Till the hill's receding ranges 

Melt away in distant sky. 

Drifting, constantly I'm drifting. 

From a former world apart, 
Whilst the vail is scarcely lifting 

To reveal my compass chart. 



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54 DRIFTING. 

As the clouds sail, idly shifting 
Over mountain, lake and lee, 

So my bark, with dark waves drifting, 
Makes approach to unknown sea. 

Forward gliding on Life's river — 

Past unnumbered, nameless graves. 
Flowery hopes whose blossoms wither, 

Hulls half-merged beneath the waves ; 
Joys which linger for a season, 

Dreams which seem so fond and free. 
Soon I realize in reason 

Will be swallowed in the sea. 

Past love's sacred homes and altars, 

Past secluded valleys fair, 
I am borne by fickle waters. 

Drifting still — I know not where. 
Haply to some far off region, 

Dangers, hardships, toils to brave, 
Haply, with the countless legion. 

To a soon forgotten grave ? 

Through this shifting panorama, 
Drifting onward evermore, 

Sad I view the closing drama 
That the ocean holds in store ; 

And when this my bark — so brittle, 
Yields to storms that compass me, 



IN A BIBLE— PRESENTED. 55 

It may scarce create a ripple 
On the surface of the sea. 



Trackless the expanse of ocean; 

Waves on waves forevermore, 
Heave in grand, majestic motion, 

Tuned to deep resounding roar. 
But though all- devouring waters 

Cast their lashing billows high, — 
Over all, earth's sons and daughters 

View the blue encircling sky. 
June, 17, 1893. 



IN A BIBLE— PRESENTED. 

FROM realms beyond the sky 
Wisdom and Love came down; 
There lift the heart and eye, 

From whence the Cross and Crown. 



DETACHED STANZAS. 

[from book to dr. M. B. COCHRAN.] 

THE mission of life has been well understood 
When labors of love — with the fruitage of good, 
Are displayed all along the highway. 
Sweet flowers are blooming where once grew rank weeds, 
The fallen are lifted by generous deeds 
And the night flees from presence of day. 

[from "spring rains."] 

Collected from a wide spread field 
Below, where lake and plain each yield 
Their quota, clouds majestic soar — 
With vivid bolts to bar the door. 
But soon with intonations loud. 
The lightnings leap from cloud to cloud, — 
Which, shaken by a mighty hand. 
Pour treasured stores upon the land. 
Quite often angry shafts above, 
Have linings of celestial love. 

[from "decoration day," 1894.] 

Half the tale has ne'er been told us 
Of the struggles long distraught, — 

56 



DETACHED STANZAS. 

When foul treason would enfold us, 
Ere at length 'twas brought to naught. 

'Mong the evergreens and bowers — 
Waiting patriots return, 

View unfading, wreaths and flowers, 
Bright with beacon lights that burn ! 

[from " HAIL AND FAREWELL."] 

O BITTER pang at death's command ! 

But ties of heaven are got on earth. 
The glimpse revealed of better land 

Gives foresight of unfading worth — 
Unending love above ! 

[from "look up."] 

Our glorious King, to earth bowed down, 
With suffering men joined to grieve ; 

Exalted now he bears the crown, 
The ransomed of earth shall receive. 

Mount up on wings of morning light, 
O pensioner, resting from strife. 

Above the shadows of the night 
Will beam all the glories of life ! 

The wounds received in rough highways. 
When healed will but magnify strength; 

And faith undimmed will gild our days 
With brightest fulfillment at length. 



57 



MEMORIAL DAY, 1895. 

ANOTHER decade since the internecine fray 
Revives undying memories again to-day ; 
Meanwhile the smiling robe of nature now is seen, 
And garlands light our patriot graves with living sheen. 
E'en though but fading wreaths are strewed, 
Unfading is our gratitude, — 
Which here again, in colors bright. 
And glowing luster, gleams in sight. 

To-day we're thankful for our glorious heritage 
In Freedom's light to live — in marked heroic age ; 
To wield an influence, however small or great, 
In molding the majestic column of the state. 

'Tis privilege enough to see. 

With undimmed eye, sure destiny ; 

To feel the throbbing pulse of life. 

With healthful thrill succeeding strife. 

We fain remember all the sacrifices made. 
When gallant sons first heard the bugle call for aid ; 
And though the summons almost paralyzed the land, 
Brave men soon rallied to uphold the nation's hand. 

The loom and plow that peace had won 

Were cast aside for sword and gun ; 

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MEMORIAL DA V, 1895. 59 

The cozy home — where naught could lack, 
Exchanged for tent and cold bivouac. 

The strongest and the truest from their northern homes, 
A land of freemen, whence the highest honor comes, 
Bid parents, children, lovers, all, a quick adieu, 
And to the rescue of their stricken country flew. 

None knew and few presumed to dream 

The carnage and the crimson stream. 

So sure to follow civil strife, — 

To save the nation's light and life. 

Alas ! to think that, now so soon, we scarcely know 

The fate of many, who were first to meet the foe ! 

That thousand, thousand mounds in southern fields are 

spread 
Where other than home laurel wreaths must mark their 
dead ! 

But patriots to-day delight 

To deck, with emblems green and bright. 

Some trusted graves where soldiers rest 

In peace, within the land they blest. 

And not alone the soldier on the tented field, 
But many valiant citizens at home could yield 
Unbounded aid, — like Lincoln, in the halls of State, 
Or Kirkwood, here, defending what he helped create. 

Memorials to all the grand 

And noble men who gave their hand 



6o MEMORIAL DA V, 1895. 

To shield our Union — now we spread, 
Above the graves of noble dead. 

Though freezing winds of May may kill the promised 

fruits, 
Or chill enthusiam in our home pursuits, 
They ne'er can touch the warm emotions that we feel 
For loved and lost, whose precious memories reveal. 

With pride and pleasure now we place 

Above the graves they faintly grace, 

These brief memorials of love, 

Whose fragrance lifts to heaven above. 

The history of nations which, in ages past, 
Have shown enduring strength and vital powers to last, 
Inculcates this undying truth: — that Justice, Right, 
With sacred Truth, eternal, claim the ages bright. 

When traitor hands had done their worst, 

Beshrouding lands their treason cursed, 

The wisest scarce could understand 

How faith could fail in such a land ? 

A nation's sanctioned sin for years so often weighs 
It down that vengeance dire will stamp its coming days. 
The fields of Shiloh, Antietam, the Wilderness, — 
And countless others — stained with blood where martyrs 
rest, 

Atone for sins our country nursed. 

Not seen to-day by some they cursed. 



THE ROLLING YEARS. 6l 

May this our land at length be just, — 
In peace to reign, in heaven to trust. 

As we look back with thankfulness and see the brave 
Devoted heroes, who went out their land to save, 
We feel we only can repay their consecration 
By equal faith and courage to maintain the nation. 

The blood and tears our fathers shed 

Embalms in memory the dead ; 

And peace will crown in coming years 

Where justice liberty endears ! 

May 29, 1895. 



THE ROLLING YEARS. 
[extract.] 

A MINIMUM measure of wit can discern 
The prestige and power consequential on wealth ; 
And many oblations of sacrifice burn — 

To gain it by honor, fraud, virtue or stealth. 
The Dollar when not in good use gathers moss, — 
Then, burnished by many a grab and sly hand, 
It gathers more beauty when losing its dross — 
Becoming a cynosure bright in the land. 

Memorial years, like the present, remind 

How swift and how ceaseless the ages can fly. 

Whose moments are numbered, whose courses, we find. 
Converge to eternity, beckoning nigh. 



A MORNING INVOCATION. 

WHENE'ER distressed by sinful thought. 
This prayer, my God hath plainly taught : 
" O Lord, like rain, come from on high ; 
Cleanse from each stain, and purify! 

" Part lowering clouds that hide the light, — 

Give comfort to a heart contrite ; 

And bleak rough mountain peak or plain 

Will smile with peace while Christ doth reign!" 

Sharp thorns are born of roses sweet. 
And freezing airs destruction greet, — 
As fragrance wastes on summer winds, 
Which blooming beauty briefly finds. 

While disappointment is my lot, 
The good of life is not forgot ; 
In Providence I recognize 
Uhe Love above all else I prize. 

And now I bow and humbly pray, 
Upod the threshold of the day, 
That God may place — for gracious cheer — 
A milestone, marked with '* Progress " here ! 
June io, 1895. 

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MENS MUNDI. 

VARIED the life scenes we witness — 
Doubtful yet real we find ; 
Unceasing mutations for men and for nations, 
By destiny strangely combined. 

Hope may illumine the future, 

Fear will soon drive it to flight. 
Enjoy then the dawn of the bright rosy morn, 

For darkness envelopes the night. 

Rove through the wide realms of nature, 

Come with the lessons they teach ; 
The confines of ocean are lashed with commotion. 

Bright stars shine in realms beyond reach. 

Flowers bloom only to wither, 

Beauty concludes with decay ; 
Birds flit on swift wing, and to-day sweetly sing; 

To-morrow they vanish away. 

Otten portentous clouds gather 

And sweep the the tempestuous sky ; 

The ravenous beast on another will feast, 
The desert and wilderness vie. 

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64 MENS MUNDI. 

But better you deem the conclusion 

When human relations you scan — 
And ask if another than love of a brother 

Is seen in man's dealings with man? 

Yea, many make gods of their mammon — 

Forget their next neighbor in need, 
And in palaces grand, on broad acres of land, 

They grasp for still more in their greed. 

The bar counts its victims by millions. 

The wine fiend deridingly laughs 
At the destitute sot — when his lucre is got. 

And thrives on the ruin he quaffs. 

Wine and wit sparkle in revel, 

The foaming beer bubbles with cheer; 

Men seek reckless pleasure and mirth in full measure, 
When earth appears dismal and drear. 

Rush with the throng for a phantom ! 

Pause ! It has vanished away. 
There is little on earth that has durable worth, 

And trusted friends last but a day. 

Mercy and love are forgotten ; 

The civilized savage neglects 
No chance to oppress where there's none for redress, 

No rights of another respects. 



MENS MUND^. 65 

The highwayman robs you in secret, 

The banker despoils you by law, 
The faithless beguile with a treacherous smile, 

And duty lies hid in a flaw. 

The story of labor is wasted, 

Rich fruits are the prize your friends seek, 
Wlien no longer you give, they'll not ask you to live, 

Inviting the strong, not the weak. 

There's fame for the slayer of thousands, 

15ut shame for the slayer of one; 
A memorial grand to the hero will stand, 

If rivers of blood shall have run. 

Slow in the broad field of duty 

And active in errors' bayou. 
that all men had heard the beneficent word — 

To do as they'd have others do. 

Sin has its minions to follow. 

Ready and rampant for wrong, 
Let the hosts of the Lord, with as perfect accord, 

Be ready and valiant and strong ! 

Weep in the world, weary pilgrim, 

Faithfully though you have striven. 
In a better land you may yet understand 

Why tearful trials were given. 



66 WEDDED LIFE— AS SEEN. 

Life and the world — what a struggle ! 

Death ! 'Tis the portal of rest ! 
And the higher sphere will give joy without fear 

In the peaceful abode of the blest. 

Journeying here in the shadow 

Of many a mountainous care, 
Bright will be the release of the rainbow of peace 

O'erspanning the sorrows we share. 



WEDDED LIFE— AS SEEN, 

[extract.] 

*' r^OR other worlds ! " an x'Mexander sighed. 

1^ " For other hearts ! " the belle ambitious cried. 
Man for the woman gives his fondest art : — 
She's willing still to captivate a heart. 
The finale comes. — Though generous elsewhere, 
His household gods he cannot, will not share. 



In this inconstant and unfeeling world, 

Where faith each year has banner less unfurled, 

Where one can only count another friend 

Whilst sacrificing to his selfish end. 

If man lose love and constancy of wife 

His heaven seems lost, — crushed all his hopes of life. 



IN FUTURO. 

THE day is short, the night is long, 
And anxiously I wail the dawn 
Of rising sun upon my sky: 
But its first ray says, " by-and-by." 

At my right hand I see a friend 
Grasp golden treasures without end ; 
I then again resolve to try 
For better fortune " by-and-by." 

But few I find have luck ; — 'tis not 
Ordained to be my humble lot : 
And if it deigns to e'er draw nigh, 
Not yet it says, wait — " by-and-by." 



Like sea-tossed mariner at night, 
I see the luring stars shine bright, 
Which only speak of heights too high 
To be in reach of — "by-and-by." 

And yet, with compass true and chart, 
I'll aim for still a better mart. 
Where faithful work and worth may vie 
With wealth, for " Happy by-and-by." 

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TO LIVE. 

TO LIVE, and the great question — how ? 
Is problem of vast import now — 
With consequences that eternity involve. 
Not all at first appreciate 
Our life's responsible estate, — 
But which a brief and brittle span of years must solve. 

With most, the past is soon unknown; 

Yet some watch well where it has flown, — 
And ready stand at summons' call to give account; 

Thus Melcoming the loud encore — 

" Time was, but Time shall be no more," 
Their lowly lives on earth, to higher spheres will mount. 

When Time at length shall fade from view, 
Sweet prospects greet the life anew, — 

As to the Gracious Giver, all their praises give. 
Vvhen earth with its chameleon charms. 
Attracts with good, repels with harms, — 

We learn at last — it was " not all of life to live." 

September 7, 1895. 



FLOWERS BY THE WAY. 

THE rough utilitarian wants of our life 
We constantly meet by hard struggle and strife; 
But, cheering the Iray, 
We welcome the beauties of nature so bright, 
Which deck and illumine in colors of light, — 
The flowers by the way. 

Though century plant may conservative hide; 
Sweet roses and violets bloom by our side 

In smiling array; 
The honey bee sings of their fragrant perfume, 
And savory fruits will acknowledge the bloom 

Of flowers by the way. 

A cloud of white blossoms announce the red cherry, 
The blushing ripe peach and the bright sparkling berry - 

All fruits of the day : 
Magnolias gorgeous and orange blooms fair. 
Whose fragrance can make ready captive of air, 

Give flowers by the way. 

On hill-side, in valley, near chattering brook, 
By wayside and alley — wherever we look — 
These visitors gay 

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70 A UTUMN. 

Enrapture the sight with what Eden possessed, 
And kindly invite us to pluck and be blest — 
With flowers by the way. 



AUTUMN. 

WE note the changing winds and skies as Autumn 
sere draws near, 
When garnered sheaves and scattered leaves each tell 

the tale of summer past; 
Pomona's smiling fruits beguile the closing year with 

cheer. 
And Ceres pours her harvest stores o'er broad and happy 
lands at last. 



With variegated tints embraced the landscape's sight is 

bright,— 
As summer's green has merged its sheen in richer hues 

now brought to view; 
Near by the quiet lake reflects the moonbeam's light at 

night. 
Till ice and snow with glinting glow enwrap in winter 

garb anew. 

The plough-boy, homeward bent, gives free responsive 

rhymes to chimes, 
And lowing herds reply to words of welcome call at 

eventide ; 



AUTUMN. 



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Bright plumaged summer visitants seek sunnier climes 

betimes, 
And rest with cheer of eve comes dear to many a hearth 

by day denied. 

The squirrel in secluded grove from dizzy heights de- 
lights 

To contemplate with playful mate, sweet nuts that deck 
the leafy trees ; 

The bees give ceaseless hum of praise for all that sight 
invites, — 

And well filled barns of smiling farms assure the land of 
bounteous ease. 

The song birds, while they bid adieu, renew their roun- 
delays of praise, 

And jolly boys with tireless noise rejoice from tiresome 
school set free ; 

Worn — weary men, with frosted brows, now backward 
gaze on days 

Of toil well spent, and are content the calm of evening 
time to see. 

The gathered products of the land o'erflowing fill the till. 
And marts of trade would fain parade the world's great 

industries in view. 
Yet some must cease ! In yon lone spot the old time 

mill is stiil. 
Though trickling creek still seems to seek its treasured 

mem'ries to renew. 



72 AUTUMN, 

The plough — once burnished by the soil that crowned 

its mold with gold, 
The loom — that oft repaid its cost in fabrics that the world 

have blest, 
The antique cloclc — whose faithful tick long known was 

told of old — 
Now silent, still, can only fill sequestered nook with 

seventh day rest. 

In ample compensation Autumn well repays the days 

Of labor spent, with sweet intent of relaxation at their 
close. 

Too often, though, deceiving hope with warming rays es- 
says 

To kindle fires of new desires as we approach our last re- 
pose. 

Serenely let my setting sun sink down and sweetly greet 
The closing day with heaven born ray — illumining tlie 

golden west; 
Then in yon consecrated spot some loving feet may meet, 
Which fain would bear memento rare to w^eary pilgrim — 

gone to rest. 



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